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Rose gave a small nod in agreement. “’Hundered percent.” She lifted her pint glass to her lips + took a long sip. “I got a bloke that’s got a farm, that has gillyweed. Xander, he’s in my class. said, he can get it by the next full moon. He said it’s got sometime to do with the harvest.” She took another sip, weaving towards Pippa, Ozzy + Pat, who were all squished in a booth.

As Mason + Rose walked towards them, Pippa casted a quick (but small) extension charm on the booth seats, only enough to make room for the pair of friends. “Alright?” Rose gave a smile, scooting down next to Pippa.

A gentle head nod was all Mason could muster up as she spoke, especially with how passionate the witch was on the topic. Knowing Rose, even if he slightly protested, they would be giving it a try anyhow. Not that giving the gillyweed a shot wasn’t a truly brilliant approach, there was just something about the venture that gave him a weary feeling. Mason had been wrong before, even if it was seldom. “Alright, after the next full moon then,” he stated after moving into the seat next to Ozzy, voice warm but stern in his decision.

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the--whispering--of--waves-deac

I love conifers

#musing

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#mood

#musing #the latchkey kids #ft. rose scayleen.#ft. ismene emerson.

dappermouth

Still, you would have loved me only if I had been something holy.

#musing #ft. nora dochary.

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imagine your otp

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#musing #ft. rose scayleen.

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GQ 2015

#portrait

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I’m in a clique but I want out

#musing #now playing

Dearest, Envious of your tale of berries, how the river must feel as it washes away the bits of dirt and juices, I once again find myself running off onto the next adventure. My soul longed for solitude, something that the bustling city just can’t restore. In consequence, I discover my body now off the shores of Fairlight, U.K. It’s early, so early in fact that those lovely dancing rays are just now beginning to happily awake the dormant Mother. The beach is small, leaving the shoreline full of jagged rocks and fallen shrubs, still too implanted into the soil to completely die and awaits the inevitable fall into the tides. Much like many of us, feeling the last of the dewy sea breeze and breathtaking view as we stare into our fate. Ah! How marvelous indeed is this day! Just as I write you, a stunning burnt orange fox has emerged from the forest’s treeline to catch her breakfast. Enjoy the pressed wildflowers, for they reminded me of you. Beautiful and as wild as your soul. Sincerely, Mason

#docherson letters #elinor-darling

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#musing #ft. goliath

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It’s true. I don’t have to be so sarcastic. But the world has given me so much material to work with and I wouldn’t want to be wasteful.

Intj (via theslytherinworld)

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xrosebyname‌:

Rose tilted her head side-to-side in agreement. She stood on the balls of her feet to scan over the sea of witches in the bar Not like she could see over anybody’s heads, but she was listening to Ozzy’s booming voice. It cut through the pub chatter like a thunder clap.

Rose wiggled through two drunks wizards back to the bar top and picked up their pints + motioned for Mason to come to her. She took a sip from her’s as she waited, creating the infamous foam mustache. “Did you check out that article in Poent Potions? About using a gillyweed extract?”

He nodded slightly, beer protectively close to him as they moved towards their destination. Although it was a silent action, Rose knew Mason well enough to get a sense for his actions at least on some level. It wouldn’t be like the wizard not to check out the article anyhow. She had been very persistent all summer over using gillyweed in some sense and managed to squeeze the subject in whenever she could. All the while, Mason still felt apprehensive about how much time it would allow.

“We should probably experiment with it first, you know,” voice tried to shout over the group of first years that seemed too chipper about their surroundings and was thankful Ozzy motioned for them to meet outdoors. “My concern is time, knowing exactly how long we have down there,” he stated, going for a sip before shrugging lightly, “I suppose another is, well— Us blending in a bit more than gillyweed allows. It’s not as if they are very trusting of us and for good reason.”

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Starry Night Over the Rhône by Vincent van Gogh // Better Love by Hozier

#musing #ft. rose scayleen.

elinor-darling‌:

She huffed laughed louder then she expected. A few classmates turned around, boring their eyes into the pair. Nora shook her head + smiled, “if only.” She pushed her bangs that hung in from of her face behind her ear. The peering classmates eyes went back to the Binns or to their notes, but hers looked up to Mason. “How was the rest of your summer?” She found nothing to say to him, except small talk. But the tow of them wrote all summer, she knew exactly how his summer was, and he her’s.

‘Maybe she is nervous,’ crossed his mind as the smile continued to lingerie, many found themselves to be in his company and he tried to relax a little more. As many times as he tried, the McNamara’s chilled blood still ran through his veins and it was hard to mask. It drew discomfort in some, distrust in others, but most of all, made him a mystery amongst is classmates and even sometimes his friends. Nora brought something else out of him and he rather enjoyed basking in her warmth, “Bittersweet, as they typically are.” Of course the two had corresponded the whole summer, but he could still find ways to talk to her or detail his experiences with ease, “We dream of more summer days, but long for the inevitable fall and winter.”

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